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He wets his lips as he flips a page in his notes, and I nearly forget there are other people in the room.Only nearly, because Ravi whispers next to me, “He could get me pregnant anytime.”
“That’s—” I stop when Fallon subtly flicks his teacher gaze my way.
I’m completely fucked.
Just like what happened to me on day one of class, the doors at the top of the auditorium bang open and a girl in a tennis skirt comes rushing in.She’s flushed and dewy from the humidity outside, and she fumbles a stuttered apology as she makes her way to her seat.Which, unfortunately for her, is as far from the door she came in as it could be.
Fallon raises his eyebrows.“Nice of you to finally join us,” he murmurs before returning to the subject at hand.
Okay, tell me that isn’t hot.That’s fucking hot, right?My ex wasn’t into porn, but she was super into erotic fiction.I remember her telling me about this story where a girl kept showing up late to class and the professor made her see him after class, at which point he bent her over his desk and gave her a spanking, a fingering, and eventually a good hard fuck.The girl liked it so much that she started showing up late to class on purpose.
That look on Fallon’s face right now?I’m tempted to show up late for class every damn day.
It’s not until the lecture wraps up that I realize I haven’t taken a single note.
“That’s enough for today, everyone.On Friday, we’ll dig into the first act.If you haven’t yet read through the first eleven chapters, that had better be on your to-do list for this evening.I’ll know if you don’t.I will call on you, and you will be sorry.”
A few students laugh awkwardly, in that way you laugh when you’re not sure if someone’s being serious, but you hope they aren’t.Almost as soon as people start packing up to go, a few girls and one blond twink-looking guy rush to the front of the room to ask questions.About what, I couldn’t fucking say, but I’d guess it has something to do with getting directions into Fallon’s pants.
I startle when I realize I’m poking the lead tip of my pencil into my hand.
“You coming?”Ravi tugs my arm toward the exit, and it’s best if I follow him anyway.
On the way out, we both get a message from the group chat.
Simon: Prince, I’ve been thinking about it, and I feel like we need to know if you were named after one of those Prince Alvert dick piercings
Troy: Isn’t it Albert?
Dean: Who’s Albert?
Adam: Do you, Prince?Have a dick piercing?
Dean’s not the only one in the group who’s short on brain cells.
Michael: That’s a completely inappropriate thing to ask someone you’ve just met, Adam.
Troy: He’s right.But also…do you??
Prince: Um.My mom named me after the singer, not the piercing.
I shake my head and stick my phone back in my pocket.Then I make the mistake of looking over my shoulder to where Fallon is holding court.
A blonde named Alice—okay, I don’t know her name, but she looks like an Alice—is wrapping a strand of hair around her finger while she chatters away at Fallon.He laughs and responds with something that makes everyone else standing around laugh too.There’s an ugly, slithering thing working its way through my stomach right now.
She’d better not touch him, or I swear I’ll strangle her with her own hair.
Ravi laughs and shakes his head.“Those guys are such idiots.Hey, you okay?”
I may or may not be giving Fallon and his groupies my best murder face.Not that any of them notice.
I clear my throat.“Yeah.Fine.Let’s get the hell out of here.”
ChapterTwenty-One
Fallon
“Is something wrong?”
